The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The black sap was cold and sticky in your fingers, a thick, ropy substance that smelled of iron and old rain. You held the stone fragment in your left hand, your right hand pressed against the side of your head where the pain had settled into a dull, throbbing ache. It was the third day since Martha had gone into the river, and the village of Oakhaven was already turning its back on you. The...

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